Merlin At Hogwarts

This is a crossover fanfiction of BBC's Merlin and J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter series. This has nothing to do with my other fanfiction that I am rewriting. It is just something that I've decided to do upon request of my sister and myself.

The author doesn't own any characters owned by the distinguished franchises that do own characters. However, the original characters and story line do belong to the author. No money or profit will or is intended to be made on this story. Thank you.**


5. King Arthur's Return

Draco woke up, and the first thing he saw was Merlin leaning over him and slapping his face. 

He was incapable of any movement. He couldn't be him. A Muggle, no less!! But the evidence was overwhelming. It spoke volumes of the truth. He had the memories. He had finally accepted it, oddly enough, it didn't rip his soul and body in half. The thought of having once been a Muggle King. No, it felt like he had some how, subconsciously known that he was King Arthur his whole life. 

"Well, look who decided to wake up!" Merlin said with a smirk, completely ruining the moment. 

"Merlin, what are you doing, you git?! How many times have I told you to that no matter what, you're NOT TO SLAP ME AWAKE?! Even Gaius never did that!" Draco yelled. 

"You remembered..."

Draco smirked. "Like I could forget all those over night Tavern stays."

Merlin groaned. "I told Gaius to make up some other excuse than that bloody tavern! You kept thinking I was a drunk!" 

"Still do." Draco said with a shrug and a smirk. "But, my name is Draco now. And that mudblood is something else..."

He said more to himself than anything. 

Merlin socked him over the head with a frying pan he magicked out of nowhere. 

"Now you sound like you did when you persecuted my people! But for who were your people now!" 

Draco groaned, rubbing his head. "Still drunk..." He muttered. 

Merlin hit him again with his new favourite weapon. "Now, do you plan on continuing to be a prat to me and others or do you plan on going to your Guinevere and saving her life?" He demanded. 

"But Guinevere isn't here." Draco whined. 

"The person you so fondly used that derogatory word for. Think, cabbage head!" 

Draco paled considerably, afraid. "Hermione... What have I done? Who attacked her?! How long have I been out?! Is she alive?!"

Merlin groaned. He wanted to have knocked those memories from Draco's mind. No. Such. Luck. 

"Mordred. Two days. And yes." Merlin's said simply. 

Draco gripped his wand tightly after he drew it from his robes. "I'll kill him again if I must!"

Merlin rolled his eyes. "Yes. Of course you will. As noble as ever, my King." 

"That is my WIFE that he attacked!"

"She's not your wife now. Not anymore."

"You mean yet."


"Well?" Draco prompted, pompously. 

"Well what?" Merlin snapped cheekily. 

"Where the bloody h-ll is she?!" 

"Where do you think she is?! Blimey! For being the "once and future king" you're a blundering fool!"

"The Hospital Wing!"

"Noooo, really?!"

"Shut it, prat. Let's go save my wife!!"

~M. A. H.~

Harry turned to see Draco as he bursted through the doors to the Hospital Wing with Merlin at his heals. 

He sighed, seeing the old Arthur Glint in his eyes. 

"Arthur?" He mouthed to Merlin. 

Merlin nodded. 


Ron got up, ready to hex Draco. "Ferret! What are you doing here?! You've made a right mess of things!" 

"Ronald, I would not advise you do that." Merlin said cautiously. 

"And YOU! Where have you been for two days?! What are you doing with the likes of HIM?!"

Draco glared at him. And then asked Merlin, whose he supposed to be? through his mind. Huh, I can send you messages now?

Lance. Yes, you're a wizard, Arthur..eerrr..Draco. Came the reply. 

Can I just kill him? So I won't have to deal with more jealousy? 

I'm shocked. You admit you're jealous. That's a huge step in the right direction. Now, how does that make you feel?

Out loud, Merlin said, "I've been forced to continue in classes and that detention Gai-- Snape gave me instead of being here with all of you."

Snuff it, cabbage head!

I love you too, Draco. 

Draco sent a hex at him, he blocked it with a flick of the wrist. 

"But what does FerretFace want with our Hermione?!" Ron demanded, stomping his foot in annoyance, not having seen the hex that flew at Merlin. 

The other three boys had to hide their snickers behind hands. 

"She's mine." Draco said simply. "And if you touch her, I'll kill you."

Ron looked at Draco in disbelief. "Are you sure your pureblood line won't be tainted?" Ron mocked him. 

"No, she's the smartest, purest, most beautiful witch or Muggle I've ever seen or known."

"What made you suddenly change your mind, Arthur?" Ron sneered in disgust. 

"You remember, then. And if you remember, you'll remember that the worst thing I ever did was banish my wife. No step away from her, Lancelot and I may yet let you live once again." Draco glowered at Ron. 

"Wait! Hold on for one second. Lance, how is it that you remembered?" Merlin said, bewildered. He had thought that this one would be too daft and drunk to care much. 

"When Ginny started to yell at me about everything two nights ago when Mione ended up here, I remembered it all." 

"Wait! You didn't tell me!" Harry said, put out. 

"Well, I couldn't out right say, 'hey mate, I dunno know if you remember or not, but I'm Lance and you're supposed to be Ellian.' now could I?" 

"Wow, you thought through something." Draco sneered. 

"Yes, but it took you remembering your past life to treat our Mione with any ounce of respect at all. So, snuff it."

"She's my wife."

"Was. Not anymore."

"You mean 'yet'."

"No. I don't."

Harry looked on, as if watching a tennis match. He got sick of the bickering and stood up in a heated frenzy. "Look! I do NOT GIVE A BLOODY D--N about your lover's quarrel!! I care that my sister is lying almost dead in a Hospital Bed! Now, the two of you can either snuff your faces or I'll be more than happy to introduce you to an early grave!"

Everyone stopped at looked at him in awe. Ellian hadn't been known to have outbursts like that, and they thought that Harry barely had such outbursts. But today seemed to be an exception, Harry was fuming and ready to kill. 

"Look, El," Draco started. 

"I meant it, Arthur!"

"I'm sorry, mate. But, Merlin knows who did this."

"Who?! I'll kill them myself!" Harry exclaimed, jumping forward and grabbing Merlin by the from of his robes. 

"You won't be able to."

"If I'm supposed to kill Voldemort, then why the h-ll can I not kill this person?!"

Merlin sighed. He's definitely changed over the centuries, hasn't he Arthur?

Draco smirked. That's what makes him so intolerable now

"It's not like that." Merlin said out loud to Harry. 

"Do you hear me?! I DON'T GIVE A D-MN!"

"It's Mordred." Draco snapped, getting extremely peeved with Harry. Ellian or not. 


"Calm yourself, mate. You know as well as I do that that's not going to work. It didn't work last time, it won't work now. He's trying to divide us and take us out with our resentment towards one another." Draco said, Uncharacteristically actually letting his smarts show. 

Harry was taken aback. Draco was being rather...Arthury. 

"But how do I save my baby sister?" Harry asked, reduced to tears now. 

Arthur awkwardly took him in his arms to comfort him. "I dunno, Harry. I just don't know. I'm still, after all these bloody years, in love with my Guinevere. My Hermione. Did you know that I've had a crush on her since third year?" Draco asked, unintentionally letting slip some information that nobody but him had been privy to. 

"I knew it!" Merlin said, jumping up and down, laughing, squealing, and dancing about like a fool. 

"Did you just leave the tavern again?" Ron asked. 

"I AM NOT A BLOODY DRUNK!!!" Merlin yelled at the top of his lungs before he threw himself at Ron. 

Draco fell on the floor laughing, almost peeing himself, and Harry followed suit. None of the boys even noticed Hermione stirring. 

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